Some one raised the sweet head from his breast, and laid it back upon the pillow.

He knew she was dead.
He tried to bear it; he said to himself that he must be a man, that he had to live for his child's sake.

He tried to rise, but the strength of his manhood failed him.

With a cry never forgotten by those who heard it, Lord Charlewood fell with his face on the ground.
Seven o'clock.

The full light of day was shining in the solemn chamber; the faint golden sunbeams touched the beautiful white face, so still and solemn in death; the white hands were folded, and lay motionless on the quiet heart.